Today’s Prayer to Passage will be from the book “Wings of the Dove” by Henry James.
Today I pray, “Dear God, Today I had a new experience. Completely awake and conscious, I heard a few questions being asked of me by way of intuition. One set of questions was this:
What is the heart? And what is a helium balloon? And which one is more important?
This was delightful. I played along. I explained that the heart can be defined in many different ways. And I could certainly do this. If I was to answer the question as it was being asked, the heart is the organ that we, humans, have come to believe keeps us alive in our bodies.
Then I explained that I can definitely understand that helium balloons seem as fascinating as the heart. There is no gravity, and children seem to love them. Helium balloons are most often toys for children. And yes, children are known to cry when their helium balloons are let go, into the sky. Helium balloons are not, however, counted on to keep humans alive.
This experience was delightful for me because it was the first time I felt questions being asked. And I started to realize that there really is an energy of curiosity about life on earth. I had no idea that a helium balloon could be as fascinating as the heart. Additionally, this experience opened my own heart to the possibility of an invitation to life on earth through my dreams. On a good day, one third of it is spent sleeping, so I hope my dreams are providing a fair invitation. Amen.”
Following my prayer, I held the closed book in my hands and opened it to this passage:
“He had thought, no doubt, from the day he was born, much more than he had acted; except indeed that he remembered thoughts — a few of them — which at the moment of their coming to him had thrilled him almost like adventures.”
It is so much fun, it is such a joy, to feel the energy of adventure toward the possibility of human life on earth. This is a Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah joy! I experience children in an entirely new way now, as new waves of consciousness. Their flights of fancy are not simply the playfulness of childhood; this is the playfulness of humanity. This is the gratitude for the chance to be here. This is the promise to be here with purpose of heart, and it has me floating on air!